Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The crowd surged forward, swords flashing and blades looming overhead.

"Take this, War Trample!" Xie Xiaoyi didn't back down, but suddenly stomped his foot hard on the ground.

With a deafening roar, the ground cracked open, and a shockwave swept outwards.

Those at the front were all thrown backward by the shock, falling flat on their faces and screaming in agony.

The people behind were so frightened that they stopped and dared not go forward.

Yan Nangui's face turned ashen, but he was also forced back two steps by that force, his eyes filled with shock.

Xie Xiaoyi tossed the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword, and with a hum, the sword flew out on its own, hovering in mid-air.

Regardless of whether the two Kunlun beauties were willing or not, he grabbed Murong Wei with his left hand and Yun Qianxun's wrist with his right hand, pulling them both in front of him.

He immediately tapped his toes, stepped onto his sword, and soared into the air with the two of them, flying away in an instant.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation and a group of pale-faced martial arts practitioners, who muttered to themselves.

"Just what is Xie Xiaoyi's cultivation level? There are so many of us, and we can't even withstand a single stomp of his foot!"

"This is terrifying... This kind of power is probably close to that of a Grandmaster, isn't it?"

"He was just stomping his foot; if he had actually attacked, I'm afraid none of us would have survived!"

......

The wind whistled in their ears as the three of them soared through the air on their swords.

Yun Qianxun, covered in injuries, was gripped by Xie Xiaoyi's wrist. Filled with anger and resentment, she cursed hoarsely:

"Xie Xiaoyi! Let me go! I don't need your help! I'm going to kill you!"

Beside her, Murong Wei was held in Xie Xiaoyi's arms, her cheeks burning and her heart pounding.

She looked at Xie Xiaoyi's profile, then at her senior sister, her heart filled with confusion and panic.

She should hate him, but the way he protected them just now made her unable to look away.

She whispered, "Senior sister, don't be angry...we'll talk about it again once you've recovered..."

Yun Qianxun is covered in injuries and struggles even with great effort, but it was Xie Xiaoyi who caused her injuries.

But now he's the one who saved me...

Xie Xiaoyi's tone was calm, yet carried a firm edge: "You can't kill me now, so stay alive first!"

Yun Qianxun trembled with anger, her wounds aching terribly, yet she couldn't break free from his grasp:

"Don't pretend to be a gentleman! You ruined me back then, and now you're pretending to be a good person! I'd rather die than have you care!"

After saying that, she struggled desperately on the sword, her body tilted, and she was about to jump off from a great height.

"I'd rather fall to my death than accept your favor!"

Murong Wei turned pale with fright and quickly reached out to grab her tightly: "Senior Sister! No!"

This is such a hassle!

Xie Xiaoyi frowned, a plan forming in his mind: "Yun Qianxun, don't be in such a hurry to die, I'll give you a chance."

Once you've recovered, we'll have a fair and square showdown to the death, and you can choose the time and place.

"If you win, you can kill me as you please! If you lose, you'll have to accept your fate. Do you dare?"

"...Dare!" With that one word, Yun Qianxun stopped struggling.

He just stared intently at Xie Xiaoyi, like a wounded wolf that refused to admit defeat.

They've taken the bait!

Xie Xiaoyi smiled slightly and murmured to himself in the air: "Women, indeed, love and hate are like fire, and life and death are decided in a single thought."

Fragility, thy name is woman!

Their minds are unpredictable; they can live or die in an instant.

They are passionate; when they love, they are willing to go through fire and water; when they hate, they are willing to perish together.

Everything about a woman is a mystery, and a woman filled with hatred is far more dangerous than a man.

Once their hostility is ignited, they disregard fairness and unleash it to the fullest extent, striking at the deepest wounds in people's hearts.

A woman who is promiscuous is like a turbid spring that is stirred up; even if one's mouth is dry and one's tongue is parched, one would not dare to drink a single drop.

This applies to all times and places, both ancient and modern.

......

Before long, the sword landed on the bank of a large river. The river was wide and misty, a truly breathtaking sight.

Xie Xiaoyi glanced around and smiled slightly: "This place is nice, no one will bother us."

He released his grip and pushed Yun Qianxun toward Murong Wei, saying, "Hold her steady, she's badly injured."

Murong Wei quickly reached out to support the swaying Yun Qianxun and asked in a low voice, "Senior Sister, how are your injuries?"

Yun Qianxun wanted to scold Xie Xiaoyi, but the pain from her wound prevented her from speaking. She could only glare at him fiercely.

Xie Xiaoyi ignored her and walked straight to a large two-story wooden ship on the shore.

The boat is wide and has two levels, making it look stable and impressive. It is a rare and fine boat on the river.

He asked the boatman, "May I ask, boatman, what is the name of this river?"

The boatman quickly replied, "Sir, this is the Canglan River."

Xie Xiaoyi nodded and smiled: "Boatman, are you selling your boat?"

The boatman was taken aback, then waved his hand and said, "Sir, this boat is my livelihood, used for business, I'm not selling it."

"Boatman, name your price?"

"Our boat is a long-distance passenger ship on the Canglan River, carrying passengers and cargo, running river transport from upstream to downstream. We can make a lot of money on each trip, so why would we sell it!"

"Boatman, how much did you pay for this boat?"

The boatman hesitated, then said, "This boat is sturdy, with two decks and guest rooms. Back then... I think it cost 1,800 taels!"

Xie Xiaoyi pulled out a silver note from his pocket and handed it to the boatman: "Two thousand two hundred taels?"

The boatman swallowed hard as he looked at the silver note, but still shook his head: "No, sir, I still need it to keep running the boat..."

Xie Xiaoyi took out his money again, his tone unchanged, but added, "How about three thousand taels?"

The boatman stared wide-eyed at the thick stack of silver notes, his mind reeling.

Oh my God!

Whose young master is this? Whose spendthrift son is this?

That was too ruthless!

I casually quoted 1,800 taels, intending to scare him away, but he just kept adding more.

I bought this boat for 1,500 taels when it was first built. I managed to scrape together 700 taels, and the remaining 800 taels were borrowed from a money exchange.

Three thousand taels!

That's enough to buy two identical boats!

Running the ship every day, supporting my family, and paying interest to the money lender—it's exhausting me.

Selling it to him would not only pay off the money shop's debts in one go, but also leave a large sum of money behind...

Go home, build a new house, buy land, have a wife and children, and a warm bed. You'll never have to brave the wind and rain to run boats again for the rest of your life!

I'd be a fool not to take advantage of this!

Thinking this, the boatman hurriedly nodded and bowed, "Sell! Sir, it's your decision! Three thousand taels it is!"

Xie Xiaoyi casually pulled out a few more silver notes and handed them over. The boatman took them, his hands trembling, and he couldn't stop smiling.

Xie Xiaoyi didn't stand on ceremony: "Boatman, please let all the crew members leave. I don't want to cause any disturbance."

"Sir, please make yourself at home!"

Little did the boatman know that the spendthrift son he was secretly mocking hadn't earned a single penny of his own money.

First, they cheated the Shili Xiang black shop.

Later, he killed the village chief Han Tianlei in Wenshan, slept with the woman he had stolen, and finally took all of the village's belongings.

This is utterly ruthless, leaving nothing but scraps and no trace of life; their hearts are blackened to the extreme!